Check, check, check
  
  Chorus:
  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
  Billy Danze: Handle your business
  Can't get your grip
  M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
  Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
  Grip your steel
  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
  Billy Danze: Handle your business
  Can't get your grip
  M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
  Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
  Back out your steel
  
  Rah*echoes*
  
  Verse one: Lil' Fame
  
  What the rawdog feelin?
  An author like, Terry McMillan
  The cat that, maniac
  My fam dark as death in less than a minute
  (The world stop spinnin)
  The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
  Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
  Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
  Look, we all for it
  Its the dutch burning herbalice
  Gallon drinkin alcoholics
  Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
  Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
  FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
  Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
  But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
  And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
  And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
  And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse two: Billy Danze
  
  You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
  WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
  I'm hopin that your focused on the side
  Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
  Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
  I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore
  You don't listen. See, gee
  I'm on a mission. Look, be
  They gonna find your ass missing
  Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
  A strange, but a strong game
  (That can't change!)
  The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
  Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
  (Retality's real) Ftaality's ill
  When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
  (Clap, clap) Get your gat
  (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three:
  
  Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
  Dog its' all clear
  Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
  Then the wanna doubt The Kid
  Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
  Trying to make somethin out of it
  Explode quicker than landmines
  M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
  Bump this in your Lex coupe
  Or your Lex hoop
  Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
  (The Crew)
  
  Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
  A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
  Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
  At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
  AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
  Slangin out hollow slugs
  (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
  I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
  Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
  *beat comes back in*